Some asshole flipped me the bird while I was driving home this morning. Dumb ass thought it would be fun to do forty in a twenty five, and try to push my car into doing the same thing. Obviously I had no choice then to practically put my car into neutral and let gravity move it. Sonuvabitch is lucky I didn't get out my car. The last thing you want on your hands at seven in the morning is an angry 3rd shift worker. But he shouldn't be flying through residential streets anyway. Kids are going to the bus stop and walking to school. It's not the worlds fault that his lazy ass couldn't get out the door on time. Shit! Try to push up on my car like that, that won't fly with me. So then I get to the stop sign I turn right at, which is on a two lane street, and he pulls up next to me to turn left and flip me off. OH! I tell ya, if I wasn't six houses away from mine, which meant I was six houses away from my bed and Caleb, I wouldn't have chased that ugly little dude. He was probably just hating because his face looked like a compost pile. So now I'm in a funk and don't feel like writing. And I have a ginormous pile of laundry to fold. And I had to cut some checks to pay some bills. And my tummy hurts. And it's not even nine am yet. F this nonsense!
It does smell and look like spring though...that's cool.
"Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!""- R. Williams
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